Chapter 462

The leader from the Municipal Bureau gave Alexander Laurent a nod.

"We'll take them in now."

"Good. I recommend a urine test."

"Understood."

The Croix brothers' faces turned pale.

They finally realized they'd messed with the wrong people.

The police cars arrived quickly and left just as fast.

Sebastian Evans raised an eyebrow. "First time I've seen the Municipal Bureau move so fast."

Alexander Laurent just smiled without a word.

Hannah Morse looked from one to the other.

Suddenly, it dawned on her.

The professor was late because he was calling in favors.

Mr. Evans handled the underworld.

The professor handled the authorities.

A two-pronged approach!

They had blocked every escape route for the Croix brothers.

...

That evening, the Watson household was as lively as a festival.

Mr. Watson had been busy since the afternoon.

Killing chickens, preparing ducks, slicing fish...

He wanted to put every good thing on the table.

He even dug up the daughter's wine buried underground.

It was originally the dowry wine prepared for Chloe Sullivan Watson.

Everyone quickly tried to stop him.

But Mr. Watson insisted on opening it.

He had been in the kitchen all afternoon.

He only came out to greet everyone as dusk fell.

"The food is ready, please sit!"

The large round table was laden with delicacies.

Boiled fish and ginger fried duck took the center stage.

There was also blood tofu stew, steamed pork belly, stir-fried liver and kidney...

Hannah couldn't help but swallow.

The aroma had long filled the entire courtyard.

Spicy and fragrant, it made one's mouth water.

Mr. Watson looked a bit embarrassed.

"I made some local dishes, didn't use too much chili..."

Hannah was the first to nod.

"It's delicious! Really good!"

She was originally afraid of spicy food.

But she found it different upon tasting.

Spicy yet fragrant, with a sweet aftertaste.

Sophia Sullivan praised sincerely, "Uncle, your cooking is amazing."

Marcus Lawrence nodded. "You could open a restaurant."

Mrs. Watson smiled.

She looked much better than before.

"We used to run a small restaurant. Business was quite good."

She spoke softly of the past.

"Later, my health declined. The doctor said I shouldn't overwork."

"We couldn't afford to hire help. Walter couldn't manage alone, so we had to close the shop and find work elsewhere."

Mr. Watson gently patted her hand under the table.

He stood up with his wine glass.

"Thank you, everyone, for today."

His voice was slightly choked.

"If it weren't for you, our family might have fallen apart."

"Caleb is fortunate to have classmates and teachers like you."

"My gratitude is in this wine!"

He finished the glass in one go.

Caleb and Chloe Sullivan also toasted everyone.

After three glasses, Sophia felt slightly tipsy.

She rested her chin on her hand and looked at the dishes on the table.

Her gaze inadvertently met Alexander Laurent's.

They both froze for a moment.

Sophia suddenly flashed a bright smile.

It dazzled Alexander's eyes.

And stirred the calm waters of his heart.

"Ahem!" Sebastian Evans coughed heavily.

They quickly looked away.

Sebastian snorted coldly.

Hannah asked with concern, "Mr. Evans, what's wrong?"

Marcus tried to pull her sleeve, but it was too late.

Sebastian gritted his teeth. "It's a bit spicy."

"Very spicy? I think it's okay. Have some water."

Sebastian: "...Okay."

Thank you so much!

Hannah turned. "Marcus, why were you pulling me just now?"

Marcus: ...

It's nothing.

Wouldn't dare to have an opinion.

Let's just leave it at that.

...

After dinner, Mr. Watson busied himself cleaning the kitchen.

Hannah sat in the main room warming herself by the fire.

Chloe Sullivan had specially prepared two charcoal braziers for her.

"Hannah, use these for now. I'll add more charcoal later."

"Chloe Sullivan, you're the best~"

Chloe Sullivan ran off shyly.

Hannah warmed herself by the fire, feeling cozy all over.

She watched Mr. Watson's busy figure in the kitchen.

Back and forth, never tiring.

It was the first time she'd seen a man so skilled at kitchen work.

The saying "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen" clearly didn't apply here.

The key was that the Watson family found it completely normal.

Marcus asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Hannah propped her chin. "In the future, I want to find a husband who can cook!"

Marcus raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

Hannah glared. "It's very important!"

"Being able to cook shows he knows how to live, has a good temper, is patient, and most importantly, pleases a foodie!"

Marcus nodded thoughtfully.

In the backyard—

Alexander and Sebastian called Caleb over.

Sophia was also there.

Alexander handed over a business card.

"This is Professor Feng, a top nephrology expert in the country."

"He'll be consulting at Southwest Hospital on the third of next month."

"Take your mother directly to him. All subsequent treatments will be arranged."

Caleb took the card excitedly.

"Thank you, Professor Laurent!"

"Don't mention it. Contact me anytime if there are problems."

This number was Professor Feng's private line.

Ordinary people couldn't get it.

But Alexander had arranged everything.

Sebastian suddenly spoke.

"What are your plans next?"

Caleb was stunned. "Plans?"

Sebastian instinctively reached for his pants pocket.

He glanced at Sophia and withdrew his hand.

He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"The Croix brothers are in, but their father is still out."

"Given the Croix family's style, that father probably isn't a good guy either..."